Angelina's Book Novels & Stories

I mumbled helping her take off her dress shirt which was the only thing she had on with her beautiful pink lace panties and threw it to the side where mine was. She shyly covered her breasts and I gave her a comforting smile, "Andrea you are beautiful inside out. Please let me see you." She hesitantly removed her hands and I gulped taking in her body. The only piece of clothing left on her were her panties. She had curves in all the right places, her breasts were big but not too much and the way her hair just laid out around her head made her look like a fucking goddess. "Fuck me," I whispered.

A boy about five or six is lying across a woman's body, crying no Papa over and over. I break the connection with Florence, I don’t even realise I am crying until Arrow cups my face “Angel, what happened? Where did you go?” I blink a bit confused, what does he mean where did I go. I am standing where I was. “Angel you zoned out for a moment” I look at them all “I just saw what I assume was your memories” I say to the woman who is watching me looking confused.

Nick didn’t have siblings and had never had the opportunity of coming to the hospital, luckily his parents never got terribly ill the whole while he was with them. He turned the knob and walked inside the small room, the smell of medicine and that special hospital kind of smell hit his nostrils directly. Angelina was sitting upright on the bed, she was reading a book, but her eyes didn’t really show that she was reading it. She seemed lost in thoughts. And she didn’t raise her head up when Nick opened the door and walked in, that confirmed the fact that she was lost. Nick walked slowly to where she was, Angelina gasped slightly when she felt Nick’s palm on her shoulder.

I asked as I clutched the phone tighter, anticipation for the new information slowly killing my sour mood and bringing me to life again. “A women named Angelina. They’re smuggling her across the border… tomorrow” said Alex firmly. Little did I know then, my reason for coming back to life, for bringing some color back into it, for making my heart feel something I thought I would never be capable of feeling anymore after the multiple losses, was going to be this mysterious woman. Angelina.

He told her. “I can say the same to you.” “I guess,” he said, " that's why we make a good couple.” “A fake couple.” She said and looked at him. “Regardless we are a couple.” He said. The two looked at each other. “Okay I’m ready!” Angelina said coming in the living room wearing a dark purple off shoulder dress. Her hair was up in a bun. She stopped seeing Andrew and Brandon. “Hi.” Angelina said with a smile. “Lets go.” Andrew said walking away with Brandon behind him.

“You should have stayed hidden, why come out now? After all these years… after all the effort I put into cleaning my mess?” Her eyes glinted with dangerous amusement. “You really thought you could destroy my name and walk away?” She took a slow step closer, deliberate and chilling. “I failed to kill you the last time,” she whispered, her tone almost tender. “But I won’t make that mistake again.” The secretary backed away, trembling. “So talk,” the woman said, smiling beneath the mask. “Expose me. Scream…It won’t save you.” “Stella Anthony,” the secretary said.

He destroyed himself, drugs, women, scandals stacking up. With money and connections, I made sure he couldn’t slip out of the law anymore. Now there are three left. Ian. Victoria. Angela. Angela’s name lingered longer in my head. My jaw tightened. I can’t forget. From the beginning, I never intended to feel anything for her. Not to care. Not to have her. But to break her.

Wilburn hissed, his voice a low growl that slithered through the tense air like a serpent's warning. Jealousy ignited in my chest like a wildfire, scorching away any restraint. I shot back, my words laced with venom, “Watch your tongue, Wilburn! Listen closely! Angelina isn't just someone I like; she's my Fated Mate! Do you hear me? And that spiteful little she-wolf you've been shielding nearly killed her!” “You've got no solid proof, Alpha,” Wilburn snarled, his eyes narrowing into slits of defiance. “I can swear on my pack's honor that Rebecca Hayes was holed up in her room all night—“

Tom had finally been cleared to come back, and Ava just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Zane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Ava knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades.

He turned to the salesman leaving Liam all flustered. 'How did he know??? XL'. He cupped his own baked red cheeks. But he kept mum. While Lucas chose more than half dozen packs for briefs, boxers and shorts each. Their next stop was a book store. Knowing his subjects, Lucas ordered the latest editions from the authors by the University. He bought a latest Laptop for him, installed and update with all software required. "Hungry"? He turned to Liam after they booked the shopping mall delivery service to get the things delivered at their address.